it was a conversationthat has arrived;some thirty years too latebetter late than never?it was a conversationthat made me thinkpulled me…

you are still beautifulwhy did I let it goyou are still a sparkyou are still infectiousyou’re the kindlingto a dormant…

turn the street lights back ongive this road some routegive this vehicle some destinationtell it how to steerkeep it close…

little miss memoryi have read your bookbut I never got to the endthe last chapter I recallis where we ended…

i felt every ounce of changeevery moment, every starevery single galaxyi wonder if I will go farthis mad, mad realityfriends…

i never stopped loving youAnd you never knewBecause I never said itWhen we were togetherBut since we have been aparti…

i can’t tell you –how I feel right nowit goes so deepit pulls the reignson my feelings as I sleepand…

that picturethat I hung on the wallfell onto the floori felt it all turn cooland I guess it is no…

i would not change youoh,but I would frame youand,i would place you in a galaxy oh,you are pricelessand,beyond the highest salaryoh,i…

the shallowthose with nothing better to dowill throw stonesand give us their judgement cast their netsand trawl shallow watersthey will click…